there's a small girl
in the window of the cottage
looking out
as we walk past.
her hair cut short,
her brown eyes wide.
hands on chin,
elbows on the sill.
she looks neither sad
or happy,
but in the moment with
no cares to speak of.
she just seems to be
watching the world
she will one day join
pass by.
she waves, we wave in
return. no rush, I want
to tell her,
be patient, enjoy
your life, all in
good time.
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